This is a song about "Wolves hunting"

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

So when the dealers came hunting i had no place to hide

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

The youngest of my mother kids

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list